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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.