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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.