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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.