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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.