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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.