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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.