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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Nico,
Make Up,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.