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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nas,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.