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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.