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 New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.