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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.