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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.