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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.