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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.