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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.