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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.