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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.