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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.