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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.