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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.