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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
cv313,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.