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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz 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?
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.