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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.