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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.