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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.