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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.