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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.