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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.