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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.