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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
ABC,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.