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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.