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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.