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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.