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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.