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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.