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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.