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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Cluster,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.