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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.