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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.