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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.