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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.