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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 the Swans 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Technova,
Rekid,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.