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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Index,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.