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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.