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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.