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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.