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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.