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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.