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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.