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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.