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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.