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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.