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 Venezuela and from London.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.