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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.