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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.