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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.