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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.