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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.