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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.