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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Japan,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.