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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.