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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.