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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.