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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.