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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.