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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.