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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Japan,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.