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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Mars,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.