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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.