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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.