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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bill Near 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.