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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
PIL,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.