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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
the Slits,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.