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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.