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 Malawi 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.