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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.