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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.