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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.