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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.