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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Urselle to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
MC5,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.