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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.