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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.