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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.