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 Greece 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.