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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.