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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
ABBA,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.