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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.