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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.