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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.