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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.