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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.