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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.