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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.