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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.