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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.