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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.