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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.