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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.