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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.