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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.