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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.