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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.