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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.