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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.