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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.