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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
UT,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.