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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.