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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.