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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.