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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.