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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Motions,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.