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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.