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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.