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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.