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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.