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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.