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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.