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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Technova,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.