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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.