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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.