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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.