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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.