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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.