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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.