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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.