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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.