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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
DNA,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.