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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.