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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.