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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.