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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.