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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.