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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.