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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Organ,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.