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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.