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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.