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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.