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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.