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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.