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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.