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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.