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 India and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
UT,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.