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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.