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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.