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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.