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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.