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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.