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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.