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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.