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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.