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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.