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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.