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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.