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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
10cc,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.