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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.