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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.