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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.