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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.