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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.