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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.