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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.