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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.