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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.