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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.