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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.