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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.