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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.