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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.