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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.