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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.