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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.