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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.