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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.