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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.