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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.