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 Fiji and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.