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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.