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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.