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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.