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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.