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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.