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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.