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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Neil Young,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.