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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.