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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.