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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.