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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.