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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.