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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Can,
MC5,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.