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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blackbyrds 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.