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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.