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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.