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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.