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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.