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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.