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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Index,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.