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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.