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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.