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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.