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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.