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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.