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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.