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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.