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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.