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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Crime,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.