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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.