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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.