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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Index,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.