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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.