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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Brick,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.