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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Faust,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.