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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.