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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.