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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.