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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.