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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Technova,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.