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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Standells,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.