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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.