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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Victims,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.