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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.