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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Move,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.