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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Skaos,
AZ,
10cc,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.