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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.