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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.