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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Wire,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.