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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.