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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.