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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.