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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.