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 China and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Ten City,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.