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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.