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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
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.