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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.