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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.