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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 808 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.