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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.