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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.