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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.