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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
PIL,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.