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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.