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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.