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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.