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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.