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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.