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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.