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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.