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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.