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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Busters,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.