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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.