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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.