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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.