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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Rekid,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.