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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Organ,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.