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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.