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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.