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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.