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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.