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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Skarface,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.