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 Russia and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Visage,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.