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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.