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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.