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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.