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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
ABC,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.