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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
X-101,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.