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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.