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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.