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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.