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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.