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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
JFA,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.