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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.