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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.