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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
10cc,
Organ,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.