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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.