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 China and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.