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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.