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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.