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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.