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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Smog,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.