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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.