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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.