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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Nas,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.