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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.