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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.