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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.