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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.