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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.