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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.