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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.