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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Can,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.