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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.