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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.