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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.