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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.