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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.