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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.