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 Congo 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
UT,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.