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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.