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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
ABC,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.