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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.