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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.