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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.