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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.