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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Can,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.