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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.