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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.