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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Evens,
DNA,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.