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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.