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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.