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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.