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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Associates to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.