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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Index,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
10cc,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.