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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Television,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.