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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.