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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.