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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.