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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.