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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
ABC,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.