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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.