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 India and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.