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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.