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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.