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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.