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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.