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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.