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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Swans,
Can,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.