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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.