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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.