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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Franke to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.