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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.