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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.