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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
UT,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Visage,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.