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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.