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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.