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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Scion,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.