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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.