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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.