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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.