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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Brick,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.