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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Japan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.