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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
UT,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.