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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.