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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.