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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.