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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.