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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.