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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.