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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.