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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.