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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.