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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.