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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.