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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Cameo,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Faust,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.