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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.