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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.