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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.