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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Monks,
The Human League,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
AZ,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.