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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Index,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.