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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.