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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.