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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.