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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.