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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.