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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.