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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Q65,
Smog,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Can,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.