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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex 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?
Can,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.