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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.