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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.