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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.