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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.