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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.