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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.