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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.