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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.