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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.