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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.