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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.