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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.