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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.