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 Botswana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.