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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.