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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.