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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.