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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.