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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Light Orchestra to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.