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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Swans,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.