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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Sheep,
UT,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.