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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.