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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.