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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.