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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.