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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Organ,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.