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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.