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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.