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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.