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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.