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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.