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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
10cc,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.