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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.