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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.