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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Japan,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.