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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.