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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.