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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.