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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
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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.