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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.