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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.