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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.