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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.