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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.