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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.