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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Index,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.