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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.