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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
cv313,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.