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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.