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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.