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 China and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.