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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.