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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.