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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.