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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.