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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.