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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.