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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.