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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.