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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.