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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.