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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Machine 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.