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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.