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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.