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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.