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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.