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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.