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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.