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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.