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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
JFA,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.