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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.