Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
AZ,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.