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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.