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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.