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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.