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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.