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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.