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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.