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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.