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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.