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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.