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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 808 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.