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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.