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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.