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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
ABC,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.