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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.