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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Index,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.