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 France and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.