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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Association to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Niagra,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.