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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Move to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.