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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.