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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.