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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.