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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.