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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.