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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.