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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.