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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.