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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.