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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.