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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.