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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.