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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Index,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.