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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.