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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.