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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.