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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.