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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.