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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.