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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.