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 .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
JFA,
DNA,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.