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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.