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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
MC5,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.