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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 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 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Magazine,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.