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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.