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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Deakin,
10cc,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.