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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.