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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful 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.