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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.