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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.