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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.