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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.