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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Brick,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Ludus,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.