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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.