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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Visage,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.