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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.