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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.