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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.