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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Swans 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Franke,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.