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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.