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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Television,
Swans,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.