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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Index,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.