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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
CMW,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.