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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.