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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Human League,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.