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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.