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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.