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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.