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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.