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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.