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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Slave,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Scion,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.