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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.