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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.