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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Fear,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.