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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.