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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Main Source,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.