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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.